I was adopted from a good friend of the lady of the house, who has some cats on her own. Her cat had some kittens, and they were looking for a new home. The names of my mom and sibling were quite grand and aristocratic. That's why the lady of the house thought that my name should be a bit different and exotic than the traditional cat names there usually are around here. My whole staff were pondering the name issue, and it seemed to be a very difficult task.
As I am a black and handsome boy, the lady of the house came to think some exotic latin names. She googled lists of spanish names to get some inspiration. Finally the smallest of the staff wrote all the suggested names on paper:
After that, they started picking out the names they didn't like. Finally, the result was clear. I became Carlos.
I have to say I'm very pleased with my name. I think it goes well with my handsome looks and my lovely and sociable character. The lady of the house thinks also that I'm a bit like a latin gigolo, and I don't argue with that. I'm quite a catch and I know it. I even used to take naps in the drawer where the lady of the house stores her bra, that's how gigolo I am! Well, nowadays I'm not granted entrance to the walk-in-closet, since you know, the peeing on the clothes happened... But anyways, Carlos The Cat is the man.
Well, to be brutally honest, I might not be the gigolo or the macho I've been just telling you. The lady of the house pointed out that I have been neutered....Yes. I'm fine with that, allthough it upset me a bit when I realised what had happened. But she tells me it was all for my best, and I have to believe her. So, now you know.
